Olive grabbed the bars and pulled herself upright.
The giants were snoring in their lair.
Months ago she’d been ripped from her home.
She was lucky that her giants hadn’t eaten her… yet.
What had become of the other screaming, crying captives?
These giants were certainly fattening her up for something.
This could be her last chance at freedom.
With all her strength she climbed the bars, dropped to the other side, and crawled for it.
But she halted in front of the mirror.
Her face… Olive looked like the giants!
